Contribution for the Let’sDrawSherlock! Fun fun fun :3
The 00Q fanart can be a bit confusing to me sometimes. I just scrolled past a lovely drawing, thinking ‘what is sebastian doing to sherlock?’ and then I realized it was 00Q, not moralock xD
I never paint fan art smut, because when I paint seriously I attempt at realism, and I feel so awkward and guilty for making the characters look like the actors in such positions.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t sketch it in my notebooks all the time… Because sketches don’t feel as weird.
I got bored and tried to colour one of my johnlock drawings (instead of studying, damn it). Nothing too explicit.
Oh my fuckin god!! This is beautiful
But under a read more, this time :)
And everyone’s happy. (Except those who wanted me to spam you)
WARNINGS: NSFW, Johnlock, Slash (blah blah blah, you know the drill)
…3am is the perfect hour to search for references and doing this kind of stuff hearing this:
Let’s say they are wearing suits not because I searched these on a suited men nsfw site, but because they were attending Mycroft’s wedding.
Are we sitting down? Good. :D
There once was a scorching hot fanart, which seemed to set off a flurry of inspired ficcery. Aurora Boreali did a little ficlet, and it seems Grewash did a little ficlet, and MirabileLectu went nuts and expanded her little ficlet into a full on, NC-17 romp. And so I, noodling along in my cave and unaware, decided I’d better do one, then came out into the sun to find everyone else already frolicking in the meadow! So now there’s a collection. Behold our humble offerings, SH2JW, hope you like them!
Title: In So Many Words
Beta: None this time, send me a PM if you see something that irks you.
Warnings: graphic sex, a tiny bit of bloodplay
Summary: Oh God, oh God, he should say no, he should, but Sherlock is intense and aroused and John hasn’t been laid in months, too damn busy cocking about with Sherlock and brandishing a weapon with enthusiasm. Oh, fuck it. “Yes. Christ yes,” he says, and the words are lost against Sherlock’s mouth.
OH MY FUCKING LORD, MAZ JUST BROKE MY BRAIN AGAIN AND IT WAS GLORIOUS, I TELL YOU, GLOOOOOOORIOUSSSSSSS!!!!
“Our son learned a new word today,” John said as he put Hamish on the floor beside his chair.
Sherlock looked over from the doorway he had just appeared in. “Oh?”
“Yes. Mycroft dropped by with a case for you. Something about utmost urgency, top clearance and whatnot.”
“Did Hamish call him mummy, mama, or some variation?” Sherlock’s brows rose in hopefulness, making John laugh.
“No, he didn’t, although that would’ve been priceless as well.” He turned towards their son and leaned forward to stroke his hair. “Hamish, tell Daddy what you told Uncle Mycroft earlier.” Hamish looked between them, as if to ask if John were sure he should say it. “Tell Daddy, he’ll like it as much as Papa.”
Hamish smiled his endearing smile and looked up at Sherlock with dark blue eyes. “Idiot.”
Oh my life. I am bursting from the cuteness.
I have fic anons again!